At dinner tonight, we had a little girl who was upset because she was told she couldn't have dessert unless she ate her dinner. There is nothing new about this rule. She went on to tell me that when I die, she gets to make the rules. And I'll bet she gets dessert every night. I went on to ask her how she was going to feel when she didn't have someone to sleep with every time her daddy goes out of town. And who would make her lunch? And what about the laundry? Her response to all of this deep thought was, "Well, before you go, could you teach me how to turn the T.V. on?" It's nice to know I'm valued for such an important task.